Home to North Everett. Dropped Doom off with Karina. Thought about attempting vechicular homicide several times going south on Broadway. Gassed up. Drove to South Everett, bugged Trevor at work to get him to call Mike up and wake his ass up 'cause I didn't have his number, nor did I really remember where their apartment was. Got Trevor's keys just in case, headed over there and found a surprisingly awake Mike playing Halo or something. Poked a hole in his ear. The set-up and everything went unexpectedly fast, and I didn't take into consideration that I had a hole of like 2 1/2 hours of doing absolutely nothing before I had to head up to the island. Heh. So I took off, returned Trevor's keys, drove to Marysville to go to Safeway and use their Coin Master thing, then to Sally's to buy some cheap-ass shears and clips. 'Cause Terry COULDN'T WAIT to have me even out his hair, he had to do it himself. With poultry shears. Without looking. HEH. So now I'm gonna have to perform some serious damage-control on his head.
Anyhow. Tried to get a hold of Kyle to see what he was up to 'cause I didn't really want to waste gas going all the way back home. He didn't answer. Headed home. Realized halfway there that I might not have my keys. Fun. Got home, found keys, here I am. And I'll be sitting here like this until around 4:30 or whenever Terry calls me. Yay.
I have to windex my goddamn windows. They're so gross and nicotine-y and spilled-Monster-y.
In other news. The new QOTSA is the best goddamn album ever. Best fucking album of the year, I'm telling you. I've been listening to it practically non-stop for the last two weeks and I'm still not sick of it. Full of awesomeness and badassness and glory.
It's windex time. Yep.
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